graveyard inside a coffin Let's air it out like the breeze Now watch me do one-armed handstands And hang these Nut's over seven continents and seven
me, nigga, you just a write-off After that, hit the dress room, turn the lights off Score on the fourth broad, let her break my pipe off I used the word 'off' seven
me a {*beatboxin* Yes and we rockin'! Six: Street fashion, lookin' fly Catchin' the eye while them cats walk on by Seven: Street language, our verbal communication Our codes
lane (Midwest Choppers) Never worry we be the best whenever somebody take the bite Ain't talkin' about women, I'm talkin' about paper Be caught in a dilemma after the sin, already coded
tossed for tryin' to floss like bosses People can call this the clique wit no losses 'Cause a nigga can flow from September to August Deeper than seven
Now here's the message Liberate me Chocolata tay Imma rock Not play Do the fuck what I say Throw your souls in the air Like this Flash your bar codes
the news Erase your message walk streets with my cellular phone Address you wonder, don't try to catch me home alone Up seven o'clock, while you trying
callin' on the meek and the poor To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war With forces that are armed upon the seven continental
here, kick it with a millionaire [Chorus] Because I look like money, I smell like money My swag one hundred, system full of that scummy I ball like a dawg seven
m glad I caught you at your momma' house homey Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it? (It's the curse, the curse) Y'know my code
cut We tryna get high nigga we don?t give a fuck We all in the ckub drinkin that brown Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round Sevens
on the news Erase your message walk streets with my cellular phone Address you wonder, don't try to catch me home alone Up seven o'clock, while you trying
combined will be man's doom Of ten horns and seven heads Count your fingers and the continents On your head or in your right hand This new moral code
story We never get stuck sometimes take the long route When our backs aganist the wall we bang our way out I'm in the "Gettin' money" mode Livin' by the street code
bar-code The ubiquitous bar-code that you'll find on every bog roll And every packet of Johnnies and every poxy-pork-pie And every bar-code is divided
a bit ago Not quittin' though Signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from gettin' jerked Changin' some ways To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold Never followed a code
five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball" That's what my commander say How old? Well I'm like ten, eleven Been fightin' since I was like six or seven
super not superficial Spoil me The only statement I'm makin' is royalties (rock the dollars) Seven digits never under my bank account hold Numbers like your phone number, plus area code